Page 13 of The Billionaire's Christmas Wish

Audrey fidgets, restlessly shifting in her seat. “It doesn’t purr under me like your old muscle cars did,” she says.

“I bought a Tesla when I was living in Europe. It felt like the right thing at the time.”

“I get it. It’s noble.”

“Living in Rorvik opened my eyes to what’s important—” I hesitate, letting my voice trail off when the traffic light shifts to green.

I reach across the center console and take her delicate hand in mine, so she doesn’t think I’m still talking about the environment.

Audrey is the first thing I think of in the morning and the last at night. I believe our connection is unbreakable. I'm ready to find out if she feels the same. Life's too short to live without passion.

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Audrey quickly hangsher coat behind the door when we arrive at my apartment. She walks past the cherry wood table covered with mail, eyes wandering from the dark, polished hardwood floors to the long windows framing the incredible beach view.

“I was expecting the set of Hocus Pocus, but the place is immaculate.”

Her laughter fills the room, warm and unguarded. I catch her eye and grin, unapologetically pleased. It’s a small trick to play—a little bait and switch.

I walk over to the oak sideboard, its wood grain smooth under my fingertips, and pull out a box filled with Christmas decorations. “It feels flat and lifeless, Auds. Can you help me add a little bling?”

“So, are we here to talk about work, or is this a decorating party?”

I shrug. “Bit of both.”

“Five minutes in, and I’m at your beck and call like your personal servant,” she teases, arching a brow.

My thoughts immediately go to images of her naked. I shift position to hide the effect she has on my body. “Servitude has its perks,” I reply with a cheeky grin.

Audrey dives into the box, searching through the contents and methodically arranging tinsel and ornaments on the ground. She untangles a string of lights and drapes them over a tree branch. The colors burst like fireworks—reds, golds, and silvers. She then pulls out a messy clump of fairy lights and glass baubles.

“These don’t look too good. They’re all tangled,” she says, carefully pulling at the knotted wires and delicate glass.

I extend my hand in a gimme gesture. I might as well make myself useful.

“I’ve got it,” she says, tugging at the jumbled mess.

I lean in and press a kiss on her cheek. “Hot chocolate?”

A glimmer of a smile graces her lips. “Yes, please.”

I return with two mugs of hot chocolate and set hers on the coffee table. I settle onto the couch, smiling at what she's achieved.

Heavy glass ornaments dangle from the lower boughs while strands of tinsel wind around the tree like ribbons. The fairy lights twinkle, and the sounds of a crackling fire piped through the speakers complete the picture.

I thought the state-of-the-art fireplace was too much when I installed it, but now, as I gaze at Audrey, bathed in the soft glow, I realize nothing is too good for her. It’s perfect, just like her.

As Audrey works, she swings her hips back and forth suggestively. The incredibly sexy view is getting me harder by the minute. I inch to the edge of my seat. If only she’d bend over and reach for her toes.

I bring the mug to my lips and lick away a bit of foam lingering on the rim. Audrey glances over her shoulder. “You’re staring."

I gesture with my chin toward the tree, which is now almost fully decorated. “Admiring the view. And the lights twinkling and whatnot.”

I reach into the box and take out two Santa hats. “You need one of these to get into the festive spirit.”

Amusement dances in her eyes. “You want me to be your jolly little elf?”

She erupts into a hearty laugh when I wiggle my eyebrows, causing the pom pom on top of her hat to wobble.

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